Even though I was kissed-on-the-forehead-good-night, my sleep that night in Jericho was rather bad. Really tired, I attended my taxi driver host’s (rather long) morning tour, taking people to work and kids to school. Afterwards, he dropped me at the Northern tip of the Dead Sea and we waved good-bye.   Sun rising over Jericho’s palm trees.   Crossing in Jericho, with camels.   By the main square, kids on their way to school (and famous street art in the background).   Happy family in Jericho.   Now, the Dead Sea, from far away, seems like a stupid clichée. From …